When we were small you pushed my Radio Flyer down the hill. It landed in the brook, dented and wheels up. I dragged that broken thing around until it fell apart. Should have guessed then what you would do to my heart.
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Blue plate special
He only cooks when he's angry. Seared scallops. Chicken, breaded and pan-fried. Anything that sizzles, to drown out my excuses. Tonight it’s steak, blackened, medium-rare. He serves it up in silence and I eat. Each mouthful tastes like ash. Each bite burns.
Novena
For nine days I have counted the bells – Midnight, Matins, Sext and Vespers - snatching sleep in the stillness between the peals. I placed my faith in their music to call you home to me. Every six hours another bell, another unanswered prayer.
Little bird
Bird in my hand, I see you struggle, beating your wings against the bars of my fingers. I leave no bruises, break no bones. Your heart pounds against my palm. You don’t sing a note, but I know: I have already won.
Greedy
Don't get me wrong. I would never give up an ounce of what I have. But: I will never fly in space. Never inspire kingdoms to rise. Never bear that ring. I have only this one life, and I want them all.
Christine Hanolsy 